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Lightbringer Tenth Anniversary: Ten Years of Fan Art

I love artists. I love working with them. I love seeing what they do in their own fields and being blown away by talents that are so different from my own. In fact, I’m often jealous of artists–especially so in the visual arts. With a writer, it might take hours of reading to know if they’re deeply skilled, much less gifted. With visual arts, it’s instant. No fair! But something I’d not considered before I started my own journey was how my work might inspire art.

Below is a list of ten (only ten?! how do I choose?) pieces of Lightbringer art I’ve particularly loved over the past ten years.

With great difficulty, I narrowed down my list to 27. Oops. So then I sought advice, and gave bonus points for things like work in a different medium, or a unique perspective. (There were enough awesome tattoos alone that I could have crowded this top ten with those!)

Artists, thank you for what you do. Everyone else? Enjoy!


Idris Elba-inspired Ironfist, created by Tim Hoffman for the Nine Kings Card Giveaway. This was one of the few I saw with Ironfist in his ghotra. I love the intensity Tim captured here.


Kip, by @avacairen in 2016. I always wanted Kip to be a visually striking figure. He’s a multi-ethnic kid who feels like an outsider, but by belonging to no particular satrapy, he somehow can belong to all of them. Here I see a Kip who’s finally–finally–coming into his own and becoming a force to be reckoned with.


Andross the Red Nine Kings card by Shea Britton. I love the style of this one–and also love seeing young Andross. Look at that nice young man! He’s just got a world of possibilities before him.


Kip v Kylar tattoo by Rob Zeinog, on Evan Ennis. Here, Evan and Rob edged out some other wonderful tattoos by having both Kip AND Kylar. Hey, play to the judge, right? Great work.


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Cruxer & Ben-Hadad by Oliver Elm, @flyboy_elm on Twitter. One of the joys of writing Lightbringer was getting to spend time with the Mighty. Watching them crack heads, crack jokes, and bust each others’… limitations was a joy. Love the attention to detail in this one, too.


Nine Kings card by Elly, @elly_mii on Instagram. A deceptively simple style here, capturing the essential lines of the character while hinting at Orea Pullawr’s gravitas. Orea sees what you’re trying to get away with. It’s not going to work.


Found on the Brent Weeks fan page on Instagram, @kylarguile; Mist Walker by @aryencyph. Given how Teia’s magic works and what it does to one’s eyes, it’s not easy to portray Teia using her power as being anything other than spooky. Aryencpyh captures a sensitivity–even a woundedness–here. Plus the art style is really different. Love it!


Janus Borig by Cyndy, @reiyeka on Instagram. Cyndy has consistently done some of my favorite Lightbringer Art. I posted this one because Janus Borig is one of those characters that walked onto the page and stole my heart. I wish we could’ve spent more time together, but then I… ahem, well. Not ME. But, you know, someone did that thing that made it so she couldn’t.


Possibly the oldest entry, this is Gavin by Xoujji and was posted in 2015. There are a lot of ways you could depict Gavin Guile. This captures some of the happy arrogance of the man early in the series. Ah, Gavin, you have such beautiful self-confidence. Be a shame if anything happened to it.


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This is the first of the 14-page character sheet for playing a Drafter in D&D 5e. Dylan Rainville put this together by building upon a previous iteration in 2017.

I’m not certain if all the art is original–because there’s a LOT here, and it’s all really good–or if some of it is repurposed, but the adaptation that handily earned this one its place on the list is the incredible amount of work Dylan put in to translate a drafter into a playable D&D class. I haven’t play tested it myself, but this looks totally legit. Very, very impressive.

You can also check out another version of the Drafter character class (not as thorough as Dylan’s, but still interesting), posted to the D&D Wiki HERE.


Artists, you’re amazing. You bring me and others joy by creating such beautiful, winsome, quirky, and original work. Keep bringing your visions to the rest of us. We need you.

Oh, and I’ll do my best to bring you new cool things to imagine in the next ten years.

Nine Kings Fan Art Contest Winners

Hi friends,

We have notified the winners of the contest, and we’re here to showcase the five winning entries! There were nearly four dozen entries, each brilliant and beautiful in their own way. A warm, heartfelt thank you to everyone who submitted.

Please note there are SPOILERS for all Lightbringer books in the images below.

Our grand prize winner is Ellen Archer, with “Shimmercloak”:

Our runners-up are as follows:

“Unbreakable” by Morgan G.

“Andross the Red” by Mankin Studios

“Commander Ironfist” by Tim Hoffman

and “Lightbringer” by Alex Untoria.

Congratulations, everyone!

November Q&R Video

Happy Turkey Week everyone!

The November 2019 edition of the Question & Response video series was on FB Live last week. We’re putting it here for those of you who missed it:

We’re also having a sale on copies of THE BLACK PRISM over on the webstore, now through Saturday night!

THIS I did not expect.

Every year, Goodreads runs an awards competition. Basically, Readers’ Choice Awards. I’ve been a finalist before (thank you!), but as Goodreads has tweaked which books are counted into which genres, it’s gotten significantly more difficult for my kind of work to land on the list. When hugely-popular crossover writers like Nora Roberts (400 million copies sold!) show up in your pool of competitors, a win simply isn’t going to happen.

Which is fine. Ms. Roberts works incredibly hard and has earned every fan she has.

Additionally, this year, THE BURNING WHITE published just a couple weeks before the end of the eligibility period. And as you may have noticed, THE BURNING WHITE also happens to be a rather lengthy novel, so it didn’t surprise me in the least that I didn’t appear on the longlist.

But then something happened that did surprise me.

Some of you wrote me in.

ENOUGH of you wrote me in that I made the Semi-Finals–despite not even showing up on the longlist!

Very, very cool. Thank you.

The cover image to The Burning White by Brent Weeks

Now, two things: one selfish, one not. First, I’m not winning this thing regardless, but it WOULD be sweet to be a finalist again, especially if Joe Abercrombie isn’t.

Second, even if you don’t vote for me (which is totally fair, so long as you don’t vote for Joe), the list is a great place to find books that OTHER readers are loving. Not just in fantasy, but in all genres. So it’s worth clicking through to find some great books for your TBR pile–and look up readers’ reviews of ones that sound interesting.

This round of voting ends Sunday, November 17, so check out all the Semi-Finalists HERE. And thanks again.

On Ending Well

Here are a few different ways for you to (hear/see/read) the half-hour talk I gave while on THE BURNING WHITE tour. We’ve uploaded the audio recording here (polished by Craig Hanks from The Legendarium Podcast), as well as a written transcript below. There’s also a video of the talk I gave at Mysterious Galaxy in San Diego on my YouTube channel. It’s kind of like a choose-your-own-adventure, but the adventure is pretty much the same in each medium.

Without further ado:

On Ending Well

I’ve put you into the heads of a lot of extreme characters over the years: the leaders of magical orders, assassins, emperors, rebels, prisoners, and… chubby ursine turtles.

But today I aim to do something far more challenging: today, for the next 29 minutes, I want to make you a mild-mannered, bespectacled… demi-god.

[at this point, I put on my reading glasses… or spectacles, if you will]

It took me from age thirty-one to forty-two to write the Lightbringer Series, and for a good chunk of these eleven years I’ve been working on how to end it well. So today I’m going to talk about endings: first an author’s experience of an ending, then the reader’s, and then what we might learn from those.

Buckle up.

Imagine you’re an author of epic fantasy, cruising down the story-telling freeway. 85 miles per hour… 95… 110…

You push the car to its limiter.

(As a younger writer, driving a 1993 Acura Legend out on the empty plains of Eastern Montana, the car starts to get squirrelly at about 120 miles per hour, but the limiter doesn’t kick in 135.

True story. Yes, I was young and stupid once.

Mercifully, I am no longer… young.)

But now with some experience under your belt, you’ve traded up. Learned a few things. Now your narrative daily driver is a new 750 horsepower Porsche Taycan.

And you’ve picked up some skills over the years. Beginnings? You can jet off the starting line better than most. Frankly, you might not be best in the genre at beginnings, but you’re good enough to enable your middles: Now, many writers hate middles, hate middle books, despise what they call “the middle muddle”.

They tend to get lost. They take wrong turns.

Not you. This is where you and most epic fantasy writers shine.

With you at the wheel the engine roars as it climbs the narrative peaks, growls through the downshifts as you enter the curves–and  it sings as you come flying out of the twists. You are the master of the road, weaving through plot-complication traffic with ease, hopping from Point-of-View to Point-of-View like a stuntman leaping from car to car in those cinematic masterpieces: The Fast and The Very Angry.

But then you see it.

You always knew it was coming. It shouldn’t be a surprise.

But you hadn’t quite realized it would look so… daunting.

Right after the next mountain pass, straddling the road, stretching from the east to the west, high enough to blot out the sun:  a wall.

On the wall, emblazoned in fire: two words. THE END.

One of your passengers yells, “Woohoo! I can’t wait!”

Passengers? You have passengers now? Where’d they come from?

Oh, that’s right, you picked up your readers’ hopes and expectations somewhere along the way. Maybe… maybe you made some rash promises about your destination.

Maybe you let people assume things: like that a trilogy would have only three books.

Maybe they assumed that since you were so good at beginnings and middles that surely you must be equally good at endings.

Well, at this point, you don’t have a whole lot of choices. You can…

A. Stop the car in the middle of the road and pretend it’s normal and of no concern that that black smoke is billowing from the engine.

Or–wait! There’s a choice B: an off-ramp: write more sequels!

“I, uh, I’m gonna take us through those mountains,” you say, “We’ll come into that ending from a much better direction.”

Whew. This not only buys you time, it has the added advantage of maybe even being true.

When I wrote the first draft of Lightbringer 4, it was over 1600 manuscript pages long–and that WAS the short version.

 You don’t want to write the short version. A mere 1,600 pages? What are you, a writer of Cliff Notes?

You are a successful epic fantasy writer, and you don’t climb molehills, you climb the continental divide, tires squealing on Going to the Sun Road in Glacier Park, drifting around hairpin turns, frightening pedestrians into leaping from the cliffside road at your perilous passage.

[Aside to Falling Pedestrian] <Sorry! I was willing to sacrifice you for my art!>

After all, if you were happy with leaving rich valleys of conflict unexplored, you’d have simply taken an airplane to your destination, rather than driving through the mountain passes five times.

But, whether you add two books or eleven, The End looms.

Now, you’ve written “the end” before–after each mountain peak. But an ending, and The Ending are categorically different. An ending aims at only partial reader satisfaction. An end of an epic fantasy book in the middle of its series is working perfectly if the reader says, “That was great… but I still really wanna know…”

The End is different.

And if you do add more books, you shouldn’t be too surprised when your passengers start asking, “Are we there yet? You aren’t lost, are you?”

It seems now your Porsche Taycan has morphed: into the still-sporty Tesla Model X. How’d that happen?

Well, you did keep picking up quirky hitchhikers, then let them navigate for a chapter or two, and eventually they became Point of View characters.

Then… well, you added so many subplots, you had to make that stuntman’s leap over into one of those 15-passenger Mercedes Benz vans they call a Sprinter. (A name that proves, contrary to popular belief, that the Germans do appreciate irony.)

Still, with your expertise and sheer guts, you get some surprising handling out of that sucker, but the margin for error shrinks.

Want to get off to a quick start with a novel late in the series? Not so fast, bucko. Some fans have just read (or re-read) the previous book. They’re ready to go! But other fans haven’t read that book in two or three years! They’re gonna need an on-ramp to get them up to speed.

But if you start slow to let those kids find their seats and buckle up, you just know the other kids are gonna get bored–and you do not want bored kids on a school trip, flinging Cheez-its at each other’s heads and making fun of the driver.

So somehow now you’re now driving a souped-up school bus down the last mountain pass. This is one bad-A bus, but it’s still a bus:  A bus crammed full of readers bouncing up and down, kicking the seats, some of them staring in completely the wrong direction, as if you promised to drive them to the moon rather than the verdant plains of the ending.

Oh, and now that you look around, you’re not just driving a bus: Now you’re leading an entire race team. You need to get them all to the finish line at the same time. Every subplot has to matter to the main plot, every character you introduced with such reckless joy in the last 1.4 million words needs to show that they were there for a purpose. Everything needs to be addressed–not necessarily tied up in a neat bow, but acknowledged, and done so in a manner that makes sense chronologically, relationally, logically, emotionally, thematically–and also puts the right characters in the lead when you finally cross the line.

The intellectual effort of weaving everything together in the final book is like taking the SAT.

Six days a week. For three years.

But as you get the team in order, making sure everyone’s in their places–you may also see that your readers have somehow blurred themselves into your characters.

When we read a good book, first, we’re drawn into a scene. By degrees, we trade our reality for the book’s reality: the feel of the chair under us, the slightly-too-cold air of the room we’re sitting in, the weight of the pages in hand or the pixels on the screen–they all disappear as we come to stand in a new world, surrounded by new people.

This just by itself is a marvel.

But with certain books, the ego dissolves further still:  the reader doesn’t simply float like a ghost observing a wonderful cast playing make-believe together; instead, the world becomes real, and the reader becomes friends with the characters. Their thoughts and emotions blend with each other’s. In a way, they become the characters, maybe identifying more with this one or that, but the reader’s soul expands to hold new personalities, new ways of thinking, new ways to grow.

So now you’re driving a bus filled with readers’ hopes and with their very souls. And you’re driving… At a wall.

Your characters are staring at you. They know.

When you hit the ending, some of them may die. And all of them are going to be put on ice. Maybe you’ll revive some of them someday in a sequel–but, what are the odds? They know, no matter what, for them things will never be the same.

The ending is their end.

They are part of you, and your adventures together are almost over.

Some readers understand what’s coming, and don’t want it: You get emails saying, “Can’t you just write these books forever?” or “How about seven books, or nine! That’d fit the colors, Brent!”

They’re not wrong. There are ten thousand ways to write a finale, and maybe twenty that could be satisfying. Some of those satisfying ways would require seven books, or nine–but if you change the plan, you’ll have to make the trade-off that some subplots will have to get padded or even ignored for a book or so.

Maybe you’ve seen this: the main character shows up in the first scene, and then disappears until the last scene? Or a book gets split into half of the Points of View, with the other half not coming until years later?

It sounds like I’m throwing shade. I’m not. When a series grows in length and complexity past a certain point, it gets to where certain things are impossible because of the structures of fiction and human psychology itself. You don’t blame a bus driver for not being able to pull wheelies or split lanes or park in a space six feet wide.

At some point, there are simply trade-offs that must be made–and those get exponentially more difficult after you pass a million words and seven or so fully-developed point of view characters.

Each reader may have a different perfect potential ending in mind. Many of those are literally impossible–but even out of all the possible satisfying endings, you can only deliver one.

Like a Domino’s delivery driver, you’re going to race up to the party, and someone’s going to open the pizza box and grunt: “When I told you on the phone to surprise me, I didn’t mean add olives!”

Someone else will say, “I know I never mentioned I needed it, but this is gluten free, right?”

Someone else: “Ugh. Cheese? On a pizza? This is Portland, man!”

But you, writer, are fearless. You will not pad your novel. You will make the tradeoffs that you judge to be the best, even knowing some backseat drivers will criticize them no matter what.

      So you swerve past the stopped busses of those authors whose nerve or art has failed them, you roar past the burned-out wrecks of series that ended poorly, and with everything in you shouting defiance, you ram into that wall: The End.

There’s an explosion here, and not everyone survives.

The readers’ hopes?


There’s no longer, “Maybe this extraneous detail will make all the difference” there’s no more, “Maybe this bloated section is actually the lynchpin to the whole thing!” there’s no more, “I hope we get lots of pages with this character, they’re the best!”

There’s no more “I really think the author ought to–“

No more “This character really ought to–“

There is no more ought. There is only is.

Your hands are off the wheel.

The characters are finished. Alive or dead, well-served or ill-used, their time is past.

Step away from imagining you’re the author now, and imagine your future self reading the end of this series or some other.

You, the reader, are thrown clear in the blast, your soul ripped away from the temporary fictional minds and bodies you inhabited for so many hours.

Some people call this the book hangover. I think it’s worse than that.

And I think it hits particularly hard in a series that’s being written as we read: As we read an ongoing series, we see the characters change, and as the years go by, we’re changing, too.

In a very literal way, many of us grew up with Harry Potter.

So this is a kind of bereavement: The characters STOP, and reader has to go on without them. What consolation is there in this:

[dumb voice] “Your make-believe friends aren’t dead, you can re-read! Cherish your memories!”

Thanks for nothing.

I don’t want to cherish old memories of my friends; I want to make new ones with them!

This is why we mourn the end.

Our soul rises from this dead paper on the operating room table, and in the burning white light of the book afterlife…

In the burning white–who wrote this?!


In the plain old regular white light of our book afterlife, we can at last see the whole story revealed, and therefore judge the whole.

Now, our first questions after we finish reading might be technical and trivial: “Did we ever learn what the one woman did?”

“How’d that one guy get here?”

“Does this line mean that these two are going to get together someday?”

But at some point, most of us give ourselves permission to feel.

Here we enter a mystery.

Here, for a few precious moments, we stand on holy ground as we grieve, grapple, and reintegrate ourselves.

Three things come together here: the author’s skill, the reader’s skill, and Truth.

Most criticism engages only one leg of a tripod: how well did the author write? It’s a worthy question, if a limited and simplistic one–I say we have to add at very least “for whom” to that question. T.S. Eliot is going to fare poorly if you judge it as children’s literature–oddly, most kids just can’t make head or tail of the sections written in Sanskrit. Similarly, you’re really going to have to stretch it to write a dissertation on Dr. Seuss–though now that I say it, I’m just sure some sad sap out there has written a paper casting HOP ON POP as a post-structuralist attack on the patriarchy.

Regardless, as a professional, I spend the bulk of my time worrying about writing well–for all sorts of different audiences, simultaneously.

But there’s a second leg: how well did the reader read? And this isn’t always a question of intelligence or education. A critic who has to review a hundred books a year can easily get bored working through ninety-nine Grim-dark Gore Festivals, or ninety-nine Dystopian Young Adult Novels with a love triangle and a bland heroine—thus it can be easy for that critic to fall into valuing novelty above all else–even if the one novel novel out of a 100 kind of stinks in many respects.

Or a certain literary style may simply not be in vogue: The highly intelligent and learned members of Nobel Prize committee rejected Tolkien in the early 60’s, saying that the Lord of the Rings quote, “has not in any way measured up to storytelling of the highest quality.”

But that kind of tragic cephalorectal insertion isn’t the only reason one can read poorly:

When I was a child, I hated the ending of The Lord of The Rings.

Now don’t get me wrong: I read those books over and over. I loved them.

Even as a child, I could tell it was by design that Frodo couldn’t go really back to the Shire. Ultimately, he couldn’t even stay in Middle Earth! He’d won the war but was scarred forever by it, even crippled; the end felt tragic rather than triumphant.


This fantasy was telling me truths about war and suffering and sacrifice, and I rejected it–because I didn’t like the truth.

So why did I re-read?

Because of the third leg of the tripod: there actually are fair criticisms to be made of Tolkien’s narrative choices, and my own reading skills had a lot of maturing to do, but his story resonated.

Deep calls unto deep. Something in those pages was true and beautiful.

There’s this saying that if you want to teach someone how to spot counterfeit $100 bills, you don’t show them a bunch of different counterfeits to study all the little errors possible; you have them study the real thing closely. Then when you show them the counterfeit, they’ll just be able to sense that something’s not quite right.

That was me with Tolkien. Tolkien was the real deal. I would read him, then go to some other fantasy author, often get that sense of encountering an imitation rather than the thing itself–and then I’d go back to Tolkien, bummer ending and all.

So when you judge a book or a series, I’d encourage you to listen to your intuitions. They’ll tell you if you’ve encountered a counterfeit, even if your mind can’t quite tell what’s wrong.

As you finish a story, what do you want for these characters you love? Maybe justice? Or perhaps justice mixed with mercy. Maybe a lot of mercy. But not too much–it’s gotta feel like those characters did their part, like what they did mattered.

If it’s too tidy, too easy, we reject it. It doesn’t feel real.

Now someone might point out that that’s kind of a funny objection: A make-believe character doesn’t feel real?

But just because it’s make-believe doesn’t mean it’s not True.

So listen to your whole self when you close a book. Listen to what happens inside:

Maybe you were pleasantly surprised by that twist, or maybe you saw it coming from miles away–but either way, after you think about it for two seconds, you can’t imagine the characters would have been surprised. The author’s skills failed–or maybe they just got lazy.

Alternatively, maybe the ending is clever, or edgy, or original but it infuriates you. It satisfies your head, but not your heart. The author didn’t give you what you really wanted deep down, or maybe what they had to tell you isn’t true.

Or maybe the ending was happy, but the characters didn’t really earn it. The author gave you what you wanted, but not the way you wanted it. Maybe what you wanted for these characters doesn’t ring true with what they’ve done or who they’ve been.

Or maybe–as happened to me with Tolkien–an author will tell you an unwelcome truth. You might have to make peace with it. You might come to say, “I hate that this thing happened to this character because I love her, but it really is the only way it could’ve worked out.”

Maybe you’ll nod your head even as you purse your lips. “Yeah. This character suffered cruelly all the way through, but in the end…”

In the end…

Isn’t it interesting how much value we place on how a story ends? How the ending shapes our judgment of the entire work?

Hamlet tells his best friend, “There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.”

And whether we believe there’s a divinity or not, most of us would like it to be true that someone out there cares about our story as much as we care about the stories we read.

What does it mean that we seem to structure our own messy lives into stories?

“Hey Mom, tell me the story again about how you met Dad.”

“Grandpa, will you tell us one of your war stories?”

“Hey man, tell me that one again about the chihuahua and the sleeping pills.”

We tell other people stories about ourselves, and we even tell God stories about ourselves:

Something like twenty-eight hundred years ago, a guy named Nehemiah wrote out part of his own life’s story, probably with his own hand, and he stops the narrative to throw in this aside to God. He says, “Remember me… my God, and do not blot out what I have so faithfully done…” He’s got his quill, writing, and he uses the term ‘blot out’ as if there’s an ink blob on the page.

He’s understanding his own story as if there’s an Author, and he’s saying, “Hey! God! Look, even if I’m a minor character in this drama, can you please tell me that what I’ve done matters?”

Tell me I’m not a redshirt.

We even tell ourselves stories about ourselves.

Some of you might have one that goes like this:

“Yes, that terrible thing happened to me when I was a kid. It wasn’t my fault, but it screwed me up for ten years. Even after I knew better as an adult, it still screwed me up in year fifteen and sixteen and eighteen, but in year twenty, I finally kicked that thing to the curb. Now I’m starting a new story, and things will be different for my kids.”

Inciting incident, setbacks, climax, resolution. The end.

If your story goes like that–good job! Congratulations. That’s a great story.

And its ending matters. I wouldn’t want anyone to judge you before they get to that resolution.

What we want in our fiction: what we want for these characters we love, what we hope the Author/demigod gives them is nothing less than what we hope for ourselves, in real life: Will the universe notice that I made good? Will God blot me out, and delete my meandering little subplot? Or is He shaping my end, despite all this rough hewing I’m doing?

When a series ends, our egos that were dissolved in the narrative will float back to our own lives. We will put ourselves back together; we will go on.

If a story isn’t written well, if we don’t read it well, if it doesn’t feel true, then it isn’t going to become part of us.

If there’s nothing there to wrestle with, nothing that pushes us or pulls us away from where we’re standing right now, then it won’t move us.

It won’t change us.

We’ll happily close a second-rate beach read and say, “Ah! I’m so happy that Frump Girl ended up with that hot young billionaire! Wouldn’t that be nice if things really happened like that? [*sigh*]

Okay, what’s for dinner?”

With Lightbringer, I have dared more.

Daring isn’t worthy of the name unless the tightrope is suspended, netless, over a chasm of possible failures.

I admit, here at the end, that what I brought to the pages of the Lightbringer Series may well have been more Ford Taurus wagon than Porsche Taycan, but I’ve taken my jalopy and put the pedal to the floor.

I haven’t only pushed my characters past breaking; I’ve stretched my own skills to their limit, and I’ve come to the end of myself.

Seeking to bring you light, at times in writing these last two books, I have literally locked myself in my office, lights out, with blackout curtains drawn and only a computer monitor to illuminate the room to help me focus for sometimes fourteen hours a day, sometimes seven days a week.

(Not healthy. Don’t recommend it.)

At times, I wondered if these books were going to cost me my marriage. I’ve lain awake at three am with chest pains radiating down my arm, trying to convince myself this was just a panic attack–but wondering if writing this book was literally going to kill me.

I have given everything I have to write a series that, to be frank, has many imperfections–but it also carries all my skill, all my courage, all my passion, and all my joy.

This story has been part of me for many years now, but now my time with it is finished.

Now, with fear and trembling, but also with faith and excitement, I hand it over to you.

You will come to this story’s end in a few weeks, or perhaps only days or… already? seriously?

But… if I have wrought well and you read well, this story won’t die.

 In mysterious ways, it may live on, integrated into your story in the way you Turtle-Bear your way through a season of suffering, in the way Karris’s fierce faith inspires you to keep fighting, in the way you get back up one more time after you’ve failed again and again, in the way you take one courageous step toward reconciliation with someone you love.

It has been a terror and also the highest privilege I can imagine to be given the chance to make something beautiful and true for you.

This story is mine no longer; now it is yours.

I hope it brings you light.

-Brent Weeks, 2019

Author Stories Interview with Hank Garner

Well friends, the tour is winding down, THE BURNING WHITE is being devoured by readers around the world, and Halloween is days away.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year.

Today we have an interview for the Author Stories Podcast, recorded last summer and released a few days ago (I know, I know, we’re a bit behind, but hey, it’s a small price to pay to meet 1,000 fans out on the road).

Here you go:

Announcing: A Nine Kings Fan Art Contest

Happy Tuesday, friends!

I know what you’re thinking: “I wanna hear a plug for the r/Fantasy AMA (Ask Me Anything) happening today (October 15)!”


Wait, wait–I’ve got it: someone JUST TOLD YOU that pre-orders are a thing. Here you go! Pre-order the hardcover, ebook, or audio version. Or even a signed copy!

Hold on… that’s not why you’re here either? Huh.

I KNOW. It’s because you’re looking for directions to one of the bookstores hosting the White Hot Book Tour, right?

Wrong AGAIN? Dangit!

Is it maybe because you want details regarding the NINE KINGS FAN ART CONTEST?

Oh! Well why didn’t you say so?

We are hosting a contest, right here in our tiny corner of the interwebs, for one month. Design your favorite Nine Kings card from any book in the Lightbringer Series, and email your submission to us. The grand prize will include your Nine Kings card design on the back of a custom deck of standard four-suit playing cards, and a stack of debut novels from Orbit’s 2019 New Voices. (WHOA!)

Fan Art from Elly


ONE (1) Person will receive:

  • A standard four-suit playing card deck with their winning design on the backs of the cards
  • A signed copy of THE BURNING WHITE
  • A stack of awesome debut novels from Orbit’s 2019 new voices:
    • The Gutter Prayer by Gareth Hanrahan
    • Velocity Weapon by Megan E. O’keefe
    • The Rage of Dragons by Evan Winter
    • The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep by H. G. Parry
    • The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix Harrow
    • Queen of the Conquered by Kacen Callender

FOUR (4) Additional People will receive:

  • A signed copy of THE BURNING WHITE
  • An exclusive Lightbringer t-shirt of your choice (design choices will be shared in the next few days)


1. Entries may be submitted starting TODAY (Tuesday, October 15) until SATURDAY, November 30 at 11:59pm Pacific Standard Time (PST).

2. Each entry must include:

  • An image file (JPG or PDF; no layered files please) showing your depiction/interpretation of a Nine Kings card from Lightbringer
  • Your contact information
  • Please make sure the email subject includes “NINE KINGS FAN ART”

3. International entries are allowed and encouraged!

4. Image may be digital, hand-drawn, or some combination thereof. A life portrait or photograph interpreting a card is also allowed.

5. Keep it PG-13, artists. (This means no graphic depictions of violence or sexuality. So if you’re considering “The Butcher of Aghbalu,” be mindful of our audience, please.)

6. You may submit multiple entries, but note that you can only win once.

7. Please email your submission(s) to the Dread Pirate CAPSLOCK, admin @ brentweeks [dot] com.

8. The winners will be chosen at random, by me.

9. Other: You must be 18 or older to win (younger participants are welcome, but by law we can’t give you a prize). No purchase is necessary. Odds of winning are based on the number of entries, but definitely higher if you submit. We will notify winners via email. You must respond to our notification within 7 days, or another winner will be chosen. That would be sad for you. They’d be happy. So maybe the net happiness would be neither increased nor decreased. We could try it out if you win.

10. Winners will be announced on Tuesday, December 10, 2019.

HERE is a nearly-complete list of cards mentioned in one or more books in The Lightbringer Series.